Flower Legends Novels & Stories

The once sluggish and dry flowers suddenly blossomed into beautiful flowers and became even more beautiful as they grew together. That's why when Allen passed by their yard, he was surprised to see the blooming plants there. He could hardly remember where he buried the girl's ashes, even though they looked the same and were arranged differently. He was so angry that he hit the back of his head with his own hands and kicked the burn in front of him hard. There happened to be a housekeeper there who stumbled into the yard to clean. He called her and brought her closer to him. He asked what happened to the plants there and suddenly their arrangements changed. The assistant also answered him imm

My mum had a skeptical look on her face at the mention of my request. "The moonstone land is said to be a sacred part of the Blue Moon pack, we can't have it, moreover, it's way too close to the Blue Moon pack" she pointed out calmly. "Listen to me, we have to own that land, someone is living on that land and they have the crest of the extinct royal witch! There must be other secrets on that land!" I exclaimed in a whisper.

echoed in the quiet room, deep and warm, yet lively: “... Lily of the valley essence, 1998, characterized by the green, dewy freshness of leaves kissed by the first rays of sunlight, intertwined with the pure white floral notes, carrying a soft sweetness, gently spiced with cedarwood... The base note conjures a sense of clarity, elegance, a grace that is timeless yet enigmatic. It evokes spring, new beginnings, and... the hope of true love.” The room fell silent. Antoine watched Camille, his eyes filled with concern and curiosity.

I could only stare at him. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. It reminds me of my childhood. How green and fresh and dewy the grass was early in the morning. My mom loved it, always made us walk in the grass barefooted. Said it connected her to nature. Your eyes, they remind me of the feel of her hand holding mine, her laughter, the feel of the grass under my feet. The morning air, all the warmth and love in our home...y-you remind me of all that. Everything I've missed." Then he kissed me on my cheek, and I felt it then, a lone tear falling on my neck and sliding down. "Thank you, Flower."

came Lila's gruff voice. I walked inside, blinking my eyes. Lila was over her desk. "Um, Elder Lila?" I said hesitantly. “I brought the herbs. She turned and her eyes widened when she saw what I was carrying. "By the Moon Goddess," she breathed. “Actually you did. I nodded and carefully placed the herbs on her table. “Moonflower from Whispering Falls, Ghostly Orchid from Misty Hollow, and blood rose from Crimson Meadow. Lily's twisted fingers hovered over each herb, her expression a mixture of fear and suspicion. "How?" she demanded. "How did you manage?"

She really needed to rest her feet. It was clear to her that the woman was distracting her from something. Was it to visit Jordan? She wasn't sure but she had her doubts. “Of course dear.” She put on that strained smile she had been throwing around since the couple arrived. “Legend has it that these flowers are as ancient as time itself.” “You don't say.” Aria's legs were starting to ache from all the walking and standing they had been doing for hours but didn't voice it out. “Anha”, Collette nodded. “They are said to have existed since the times when lycans walked the earth.”

I pulled the Ghost’s Whisper out and set it on the vanity. Mira glanced at the flowers. “What is that?” she asked, reaching for them. “They’re beautiful.” I slapped her hand away. “It’s a ceremonial flower for fertility,” I said. “Not to be touched by anyone but the Queen.” Mira nodded, not bothering to ask more questions.

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

Music—deep lyres and bright flutes—wove through the gardens like invisible fingers stroking bare skin. Livia Valeria stood at the edge of the colonnade, half-hidden behind a curtain of ivy and white roses. Her jet-black hair was arranged in intricate curls, interwoven with fine golden ribbons, yet a single strand had come loose and fell over her shoulder. Her gown, fashioned from deep Tyrian purple, caressed her body as if it had been woven from the night itself. It accentuated her slender waist, the gentle curve of her hips, and her fair skin, which seemed to glow in the torchlight.